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art, poetry, Uncategorized, writing



Taste Strength 

Insufferable silence, the kind that clouds your ears

Brings pulse to the surface, floods the drums,

Static crackles in the clear.

Initial calculations, rudimentary predictions,

A tiny peak behind the curtain.
Complementary forces fight foe and foul.

Dismiss burning wounds as acts of valor.

The deafening screams, the horrendous pleasure.

Submit by force. Taste the power.


I don’t need air 

If I fall into your arms

I might never resurface, 

(I don’t need air)

I might drown in delight, 

I might not put up a fight. 

If I run through your eyes 

I know I’ll find something. 

I know I’ll see truth. 

I know I’ll feel pain. 

(Pain I can bare). 

If your mouth touches mine

You’ll feel my fire, 

(And I’ll melt your stone)

You’ll hear my secrets

(While I keep yours)

You’ll catch my breath

(I don’t need air)


Nothing Wrong With Me

Painting and poem by me. 

Touch me. Fight me. Fuck me. 

You wanted to unzip, see the dragon

That hides in the closet, the messy darkness

Where I breath fire in a corner

So not to burn anyone. 

There’s nothing wrong with me

Your skin is too soft for my scales 

So stand back, admire from a distance

Or approach. It’s your call. 

If you light me up, enjoy it, because 

There will undoubtedly be a mess

And everyone knows,

I’m not one to clean. 


Forcing Connections 

These ideas seduce me intoBelieve my own lies, despite

Knowing my line can be crossed

Undoubtedly I toe deeper

Further down, I know my limitation

My consideration for the sake of

Staying while I truly wish to

Taste you honestly, I try to 

Devour these images I’ve been watching,

Years of knowing, you without

Feeling deeply, your strength

Your fragrance floats into a spotless

Sky, I sit and wait for the sun to rise

To be free of this hold on me

My need to taste, to at least

To try